Amazon.com Review
Having practiced medicine for more than 20 years in Alaska and Montana, E. Donnall Thomas Jr. packs an impressive résumé for a trout bum. But as he points out in one of the essays in this intelligent, good-humored collection, his years of experience can all be reduced to a means to an end: fly-fishing. These days, writing about the sport serves a similar purpose for Thomas, and he demonstrates a thorough understanding of the genre in
Whitefish Can't Jump, shifting seamlessly between memoir, travelogue, philosophic musing, and scientific inquiry. Each of the 19 essays centers on a particular species of gamefish, but taxonomy is merely a springboard for the stories and observations that lurk behind the species' Latin names like brown trout under the cutbanks: a hooked rainbow nearly provokes a mid-river contretemps with a swimming grizzly, an impossible northern pike provides an evening distraction en route to a new job, and cutthroats inspire a remembrance of the journey of Lewis and Clark.
Whitefish is a welcome addition to fly-fishing literature.
Another tome on the glories of fly-fishing for trout is about as welcome as a treble hook in your ear, but Thomas avoids the clich{}es and overwrought prose common in such books. He offers instead the fun of pursuing not only trout, salmon, and char with a fly but also the likes of tarpon, permit, and--fly purists will shudder--largemouth bass and crappie. He's an angler who enjoys taking his shoes off and walking in a pond or stream just to have the mud squish through his toes. If he has a fly rod with him and catches a few fish, so much the better. Of course, he's blessed by Montana and Alaska as his backyard, and he's able to trek down to Belize just to fight a tarpon on a fly. At least he doesn't adopt the snobbish approach to his passion that so many others of his persuasion take. May he continue his writing career, even if that means he has to use worms and a bobber in a speedboat-filled mud hole.
Jon Kartman